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Saturday evening I had to go out for about twenty minutes. It was dark windy and raining hard.

My home doesn't have any outside lights, but I know the path well. No light reflects in one part at all but because I was carrying two heavy containers I near,t fell because I missed the steps.

I came home and as I walked up the path the sitting room light was on. I know it wasn't on earlier as it would have shed light on the path and I had gone down in total darkness.

Immediately I wondered if I had been robbed. I hadn't locked the door because I have two very protective dogs. Friends do walk in but none would have gone into the sitting room and non of those people were around anyway.

Nothing amiss.

It was an enigma and then I set to wondering whether or not my mother had come back from the other side to visit. It was the aneversary of her death Saturday.

Only explanation I can think of.
 

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I've got a creepy / weird story from when I lived in England that happened to me that will blow your mind as far as the "how the heck?!?" factor goes. To this day I still have no good explanation for it neither do the guys who were with me, one of whom won't even talk about it because it weirds him out so much. If I remember I will post it here when I get back from church this afternoon.
 

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Better your mom than a set up for a good British made-for-TV scary movie-------

My maternal side is traceable back to the 1200's in England and the Saxons. I, personally, would be very upset if you did a disappearing act out there on The Moors.

I appreciate and enjoy your wit & writing style -- you be safe young lady and start locking those doors. All it takes to quiet your big dogs is some raw meat laced with sleepy-bye drugs---

I have big dogs too but I lock my doors and I'm still a good aim with my friend Smith & Wesson:):)
 

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I've got a creepy / weird story from when I lived in England that happened to me that will blow your mind as far as the "how the heck?!?" factor goes. To this day I still have no good explanation for it neither do the guys who were with me, one of whom won't even talk about it because it weirds him out so much. If I remember I will post it here when I get back from church this afternoon.

You better post it! Cannot leave us all hanging!
 

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OK, so many moons ago during “the troubles” in Northern Ireland the US would at times “loan” US Marine units of a certain type to help with certain types of duties when the British Royal Marines were low staffed and for joint training and operations etc. We also did a lot of stuff with the 43 Commando Fleet Protection Group, which at the time was called, Comacchio Group Royal Marines. Long story short I ended up stationed in the UK for about two years out of the 8 years I served. The way our duty worked was we were in training for one cycle, on duty for the next cycle and at liberty for one cycle, then we would repeat that. During the liberty portion of our rotations we could pretty much do whatever we wanted to do, and it ended up being a lot of time off. My roommate was quite a bit older than I was and could rent a car on RAF bases in the area for cheap and he, another buddy from our fire team and myself would travel all over the UK in search of fun things to do. We did everything from hike Brecon Beacons and hike the Lake District to hike much of the Scottish Highlands, to see the short castles in Wales to horse back ride to go rafting in Scotland to go surfing in Cornwall. None of us drank or did drugs and none of us were interested in night clubs etc. so we traveled all over the England, Wales, Scotland and its northern Isles, Ireland, and France just exploring and having fun. We went other places in Europe too, but we flew to those places.

So that was how one off cycle we ended up going to see Hadrian’s wall and then on up into Scotland to go see Eilean Donan, which is the castle from the movie The Highlander of which my roommate was a huge fan, myself and the other guy not so much but seeing a castle of any kind and Hadrian’s wall sounded good to us in spite of us not caring much for that movie so we all chipped in for car rental money and gas and headed out.

Somewhere along the A1 it was nearing evening so we decided instead of going north to Newcastle upon Tyne and then west, that we would cut through the North Pennines AONB as it looked quicker on our map then going up then over.

About halfway across the North Pennines AONB we ran into super dense fog. So dense we had to open the car door to be able to see the yellow line to make sure we were staying on the road. Visibility was maybe 5 – 10 feet at best. As we looked to the left, we could actually see below the fog into a steep valley below us and we came suddenly on a left hand turn down into said valley. We decided to drop down into the valley below the fog and see if when we came out of the valley we would be beyond the fog because at the rate we were going we were never going to get to Hadrian’s wall let alone all the way up into the west coast of Scotland.

We took the left turn and followed this road down into the middle of the valley where low and behold there was a single street light and below it was an ancient petrol station with no name but the lights were on inside and there was an absolute relic of a dried up old woman watching television. We were running low on gas, so we decided to stop and get directions, fuel and see if there was anything to eat.

We go inside and there is nothing on any shelves except three snickers candy bars and three cokes in the display fridge. My roommate fueled the car and myself and our other buddy bought the six items left in the store and talked to the old woman about the show she was watching on TV. My buddy wrote down the name of the show because it was really funny so we could watch it when we got back to base. We chatted with the old lady for quite a while and she told us all sorts of things about the history of the valley and the castle that was in it etc. You could see this rather large castle in the moonlight not very far from the gas station. She then gave us directions to how to get back up to the road we came off of on the far side of the valley which she told us would be free of fog and that there was a pub at the cross roads that rented rooms for the night if we ever were looking for a place to stay. We wrote that info down too and thanked her and then hopped in the car and took off. I turned around as we left, and I am not joking when I say the gas station its light and everything else just disappeared. I told my roommate and he said we must have come over a rise or around a corner we didn’t feel etc., and I took his version for good because it left me more than a tad weirded out to see something just blink out of existence like that. By this time it was about 3am in the morning and sure enough we came to the cross road, the pub and so on just like she had said with no fog and got back on the road and continued on up to Hadrian’s wall later that morning and then on up to Scotland that afternoon and evening.

On our way back we decided to go the same way but in daylight to see what scenery we had missed, perhaps get a look at the castle and give the old woman some more business by buying more gas because we had already purchased the only six things she had left in the store part of the station.

We get back to that pub in daylight and for the life of us we can’t find the stupid road down into that valley. We can find the pub itself but the cross roads is gone. Not gated off, just simply not there. We went into the pub and asked the owner how to get down to the gas station by the castle. He looked at us like we were completely bonkers. He said there is no road down into that valley other than an ancient cart road that has fences, and such built across it and the only castle down there was a ruin that hardly had two bricks on top of one another nothing like the full one we could see in the moonlight. He asked if we were having a laugh at his expense and we said no and told him the whole story of that night. He said he still wasn’t sure if were teasing him or not but there was no old lady who ran a petrol station down there and there were no 24 hour petrol stations anywhere close by anyway that would have been open and the show we had said the lady was watching hadn’t aired even in syndication in the UK in 30 years, but that the candy bars were recent because Snickers bars were called Marathon bars or something like that until just a few years prior. He said we must have been somewhere else not that valley. So we double checked our notes and the address of his pub at the no longer existent crossroads and it was exactly what we had wrote down and we could see down into the valley now that it was daylight and it looked exactly like what we had driven through, but there was literally no road, none at all. We spent the night there at the pub and looked again the next day but I am not kidding you, nothing of what we had seen existed.

All three of us remember it the same way and my one buddy kept the notebook where he had written the info and my roommate will get super angry to this day if you try and get him to talk about it because it makes him feel so uncomfortable having experienced that exactly the same as the other two of us did but it didn’t actually exist. It creeps him out so much he will get fist swinging mad if you force the issue with him. My other buddy thinks we went through some sort of spiritual experience that was not of this world. Me, I have no idea. I simply can’t explain it to this day. I know it happened, but I have zero explanations that would make any kind of sense to my mind as to how it happened or what it was all about.
 

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But would your mother have left the light on, mine used to go round switching them off!

We drove home one night to see our bedroom light going off and on, it really freaked us out for ages until we caught one of the cats playing with the old fashioned light cord over the bed.
 

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No, Mum wouldn't have left lights on if no one was in the room but, she would leave an outside light on if we were late coming in.

I have no outside light and having near,y tripped I feel she did it for my safety.

Funny about lights being left on. I would fall asleep reading a book. Dad would get up during the night and see this and moan at me for wasting electricity yet he was notorious for leaving lights on all over the house.
 

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When I started my business in the 70s (I've been retired over 5 years now) it was in an large old pre- civil war building in downtown Lynchburg Virginia. My wife and I worked together and one day I went next door on the third floor to get something. Opening the office door it was empty except for a rocking chair which was rocking violently. I assumed someone had broken in the empty building, heard me and left. I looked in the other offices and hallways, saw nothing except when I turned around there was that chair rocking violently as ever.
I ran down three flights of stairs four at a time and next door couldn't speak to my wife only put her hand over my heart beating like crazy.
That building was very active with other weird things which prompted she and I taking parapsychology classes at a local college.
About 15 years ago we met and joined a paranormal group "Ghostec".
Many investigation stories but one I got us was to spend the night in The Byrd Theater in Richmond, built 1928. The original manager was stern (many stories about him) and continued coming there every night even after he was replaced in early 1970s* (that replacement manager later shot to death under strange circumstances).
I was the electronic technician in Ghostec and had lots of equipment. Video I liked Sony Nightshot cameras since they were analog (impossible to fake a recording) and infra-red. Each one I modified with an infrared 104 LED array so in pitch dark the video looked like daylight.
At about 3am in the theater our group was in lobby talking quietly when I decided to walk down the aisle towards the stage. Although it was completely dark through the camera I could see clearly. I was recording and had the microphone on. As I approached the stage I heard a very loud WHACK! As I saw, and it's on the recording the aisle was completely open. The whack you see my pantsleg go in... It felt as if someone had hit me very hard with a broomstick. I froze then panned camera around making sure there was nothing there. I called out to the group who came down, that area was much colder by their thermometers.
Within minutes I had a bruise and a lump where I got hit.
Over the years we've had really strange experiences, but getting whacked in the shin by something invisible I still can't explain.


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Weirder and weirder. I love reading these types of stories. Can't watch if made into movies no matter how short though or radio either for that matter.
 

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I have always been a bit 'fey' and have several incidents where I have made a statement that was out of the blue and totally false only for it to come true weeks later.

When asked, after I first make the remark, I will say I heard it on the radio or read it in the paper. That it what it feels like to me but it isn't so.

As for ghosts or apparitions, I have met with several at different times and never have I felt them to be bad or wish harm, quite the opposite.
 

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Not long, nor creepy, but every spring when I'm cleaning out flower beds and digging in the still-cool earth, I get to thinking about my grandmother. She's been gone several years now - I still miss her terribly, especially when I'm cleaning out the wayward leaves in the rosemary and the thyme. I can remember her pulling pieces off her own plants, crushing it in the palm of my hand and asking me to smell the scents.


Every spring I always get emotional at some point, sometimes I cry... and without fail from out of nowhere, when I'm standing up and straightening my back and trying to hold back the tears, some huge butterfly of some sort will land on my fingers for just a little while, while I regain my composure.


It's without fail.
 

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My dad was driving home from a conference late one night quite a few years ago, and about 20 miles from home, said he saw what looked like a stadium or city all lit up to the east. He'd never seen it there before, but figured they had built something. We drove down that same way a week later and it wasn't there. He was rather shaken. We kidded him about his 'ghost city' or 'UFO' for years.

12 years later they built an ethanol plant in that exact spot. The first time he drove by it at night, he said that was exactly what he had seen.... 12 years before it was built.


I heard my grandmother walk through her house the moment she died, and so did my dog. We heard the bedroom door open, and her footsteps across the living room and into the entryway. I could smell her perfume. The dog wagged her tail and leaned in for a pat. Then the door clicked and she was gone. I had left the hospital for a few minutes to go to grandma's house to let the dog out and change clothes, and I know she walked through just to see things were in order one last time. My mom called a few minutes later to say Grandma had passed.'


My mom locked herself out of the house one night in the middle of winter when she was home alone. This was before everyone had cell phones. The temp was well below zero and she had stepped out for a few minutes to check the barn cats' water but had inadvertently locked the door. Her house key was inside. She tried both front and back doors, the windows she could reach, and everything was locked. She couldn't find the spare key. Her car keys were inside. She was trying to figure out what to do and realizing she was in serious trouble with the nearest farm 2 miles away, when she said she heard the voice of her dad, who has been dead for 50 years, tell her to try the door again. It opened. She heard him once again a few years ago when a pickup with two men in it pulled up to the farm one rainy afternoon, and she swears she heard him tell her not to open the door. She didn't, and said she sat in the kitchen while he pounded on the door and the dogs growled. She was spooked and wrote down the pickup's description. That pickup was implicated in a double-murder and robbery at a farm 25 miles away the next night.
 

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Great stories!
After years of investigating haunted places I agree with Foxhunter in the opposite, not like hollywood evil ghosts. There is just so much we don't know, but as all of us pet owners know animals are more psychic and sense things we don't.
About a mile from home was an abandoned home built in 1900, very isolated that was fantastic doing research there. I used Olympus recorders a lot then at home would download recordings on an audio program Cool Edit Pro onto computer. This way I could see the audio and amplify it a bit...amazing what we got.
This house was large 2 story, strange because the walls were so thick. The reason was it encased a very old log slave cabin! So inside this house some plaster was missing a few places and the cabin walls were there inside!
One night I'm there with my friend Jeff and we go up one of the staircases, we each have a recorder in hand. We ask questions, then pause quietly. At one point Jeff is backing towards an open stairwell. I say Jeff...stop...look behind you. At home we download recordings and listen to them. When I say Jeff, stop, look behind you clear as a bell is a ladies voice with an Irish accent "oh please do be careful"!
Another time I go with our friend Karen. Again, each with recorders. We walk in, she starts laughing saying "I don't believe in ghosts...can you hear me?". At home we're listening to recordings. After Karen says this a clear voice..."I can see you too!!!!!".
You should of seen Karen's expression!
One night about midnight I go there alone. I have a recorder and small flashlight. I go upstairs then into the attic. All is quiet and I say "Is there anyone up here with me tonight?" Home...I listen...after I ask the question I get an answer..."nigras".
That's an old southern term no longer in use, but the house was built over a slave cabin.
After all these years people have asked me what is a ghost? I have no idea. I've read lots of theories, met lots of parapsycologists...but who knows. I do believe there is so much to be discovered with science and nature.

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I think we all have the ability to contact those that have passed but, we do not work on it.

My Grandmother died, she had lived with us for many years. My cousin's daughter, Kathy, spent a lot of time in my parents house and adored Gran.

Katey, then about fiour, wanted to come down the town with me, I was in a rush and didn't want her with me but, took her. I was walking fast and she had to jog to keep up with me. We were in the town when she stopped and said, " I seed Gran the other day."
"Did you?"
"Yes, and she went into that shop." She pointed across the road to a newsagents that non of our family ever went into.
"And she had Gen with her but Generwal never went in the shop he had his head in the door. Gran had a bag with a big flower on it."

I couldn't believe it. Katey had never seen Gran shopping or even walking in the town. When she had she always had a raffia bag with a flower embroidered on it. Nor had Gran ever shopped with my dog (that was PTS a month before Gran passed) but,mwhen we did use the shop he would wait outside with his head in the door watching me.

Six months later Katey's brother (15 months) died of SIDS. I came home for the funeral and as I walked in the door Mum asked me to see where Katey was. She was down the bottom garden squatting on the path poking some soil with a stick. She came with me indoors.

Mum, who had birthed David on the kitchen floor, was terribly upset about the loss and when she saw something of his she would just cry. Katey ran up to her and said, " Aunty Marty, don't cry, I SawmGran and she said that she has our little precious and she will look after him."

The word 'precious' was something non of us would say but Gran might of.

Now Katey has no recollection of these incidents and has no psychic feelings at all.
 
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